Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the money in the world bring me back again
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce funeral on Marcy
All new niggaz stop there
But a lot later than a whole of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, maybe not the last
Bleek's be a good rapper, new, improved Jay-Z

I quit, I'm
enough money in this game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I tried
Can't go with me on ride though
I'm callin' the shots, the bar's
we goin' to for breakfast?
Roc a Fella
Okay, I'm

Bringin' the drama, tryin' to up in the game

Had a couple of signs to my name
Roc a Fella
One of the
Waitin' for my day to
give me the word

Nah, ain't Jigga, it's your lil' nigga Bleek
Reportin' to these motherfuckers from the street
Game I peeped those, my mind so
At nine I used to hoes for Easter clothes

Peep the steez, I represent for all those with eight grams
On a come up, to creep the keys
Large told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a and creep to Mickey D's

First gun two bullets, niggaz know I do it
Niggaz tryin' to me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the
Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my finger

You find a bitch don't be cream, bring her
Last with Bing, he got dropped between us
is constant, that's why I pack the Johnson and Johnson
For the who wants it?

I go to sleep with a picture of a on my wall
Man I'm tryin' to come up on
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these
sundown to sunup on y'all

Mama said, "Keep bullshittin', kill you dead"
One week of this brought a livin' room set
Went to Tom D's, niggaz mad, out
Copped the Jordans, two weeks before they out

Flashy, fly nigga
bitch from the third floor like, "Why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the trees, took a pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's like and I'm serious

for my day to come
Just me the word